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Can anyone translate it?
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Avrai by Claudio Baglioni

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avrai sorrisi sul tuo viso come ad agosto grilli e stelle
storie fotografate dentro un album rilegato in pelle
tuoni d'aerei supersonici che fanno alzar la testa
e il buio all'alba che si fa d'argento alla finestra
avrai un telefono vicino che vuol dire già aspettare
schiuma di cavalloni pazzi che s'inseguono nel mare
e pantaloni bianchi da tirare fuori che è già estate
un treno per l'America senza fermate
avrai due lacrime più dolci da seccare
un sole che si uccide e pescatori di telline
e neve di montagne e pioggia di colline
avrai un legnetto di cremino da succhiare
avrai una donna acerba e un giovane dolore
viali di foglie in fiamme ad incendiarti il cuore
avrai una sedia per posarti ore
vuote come uova di cioccolato
ed un amico che ti avrà deluso tradito ingannato
avrai avrai avrai
il tuo tempo per andar lontano
camminerai dimenticando
ti fermerai sognando
avrai avrai avrai
la stessa mia triste speranza
e sentirai di non avere amato mai abbastanza
se amore amore avrai
avrai parole nuove da cercare quando viene sera
e cento ponti da passare e far suonare la ringhiera
la prima sigaretta che ti fuma in bocca un po' di tosse
Natale di agrifoglio e candeline rosse
avrai un lavoro da sudare
mattini fradici di brividi e rugiada
giochi elettronici e sassi per la strada
avrai ricordi di ombrelli e chiavi da scordare
avrai carezze per parlare con i cani
e sarà sempre di domenica domani
e avrai discorsi chiusi dentro mani
che frugano le tasche della vita
ed una radio per sentire che la guerra è finita
avrai avrai avrai
il tuo tempo per andar lontano
camminerai dimenticando ti fermerai sognando
avrai avrai avrai
la stessa mia triste speranza
e sentirai di non avere amato mai abbastanza
se amore amore amore avrai

This is the lyric. Is me in the post above.

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translation into English?

you’ll have smiles on your face as in August crickets and stars
stories snapped on into a leather bound album
supersonic planes thunders that make lift the head
and darkness at dawn that turns silvered in the window
you’ll have a phone by that means already to wait to
foam of wild rollers that chase each other in the sea
and white trousers to draw out that it’s already summer
a train to America without stops
you’ll have two drops sweeter to dry
a sun that kills itself and tellin fishermen
and mountains snow and hills rain
you’ll have an ice cream stick to suck
you’ll have an unripe woman and a young pain
boulevards of leaves on flames to alight your heart
you’ll have a chair for drop, hours
empty as chocolate eggs
and a friend who’ll have disappointed betrayed deceived you
you’ll have, have, have
your own time to go away
you’ll step forgetting
you‘ll stop to dream
you’ll have, have, have
my same sad hope
and will feel you have never love enough
if love love you’ll have
you’ll have new words to seek when the evening falls
and a hundred bridges to pass and make the railing ring
the first cigarette that smokes into your mouth a bit of cough
Christmas of holly and red candles
You’ll have a job to sweat
Mornings soaked wet of thrills and dew
Arcade games and pebbles on the road
You’ll have memories of umbrellas and keys to forget
You’ll have caresses for speaking with dogs
And it’ll be always on Sunday tomorrow
And you’ll have speeches closed into hands
Those ferret about the pockets of life
And a radio to listen that the war is over
You’ll have, have, have
your own time to go away
you’ll step forgetting will stop to dream
you’ll have, have, have
my same sad hope
and will feel you have never love enough
if love love you’ll have

Puckie wrote:
you’ll have smiles on your face as in August crickets and stars
stories snapped on into a leather bound album
supersonic planes thunders that make lift the head
and darkness at dawn that turns silvered in the window
you’ll have a phone by that means already to wait to
foam of wild rollers that chase each other in the sea
and white trousers to draw out that it’s already summer
a train to America without stops
you’ll have two TEARS sweeter to dry
a sun that kills itself and tellin fishermen
and mountains snow and hills rain
you’ll have an ice cream stick to suck
you’ll have an unripe woman and a young pain
boulevards of leaves on flames to alight your heart
you’ll have a chair for drop, hours
empty as chocolate eggs
and a friend who’ll have disappointed betrayed deceived you
you’ll have, have, have
your own time to go away
you’ll step forgetting
you‘ll stop to dream
you’ll have, have, have
my same sad hope
and will feel you have never love enough
if love love you’ll have
you’ll have new words to seek when the evening falls
and a hundred bridges to pass and make the railing ring
the first cigarette that smokes into your mouth a bit of cough
Christmas of holly and red candles
You’ll have a job to sweat
Mornings soaked wet of thrills and dew
Arcade games and pebbles on the road
You’ll have memories of umbrellas and keys to forget
You’ll have caresses for speaking with dogs
And it’ll be always on Sunday tomorrow
And you’ll have speeches closed into hands
Those ferret about the pockets of life
And a radio to listen that the war is over
You’ll have, have, have
your own time to go away
you’ll step forgetting will stop to dream
you’ll have, have, have
my same sad hope
and will feel you have never love enough
if love love you’ll have

I mistook lacrime, sorry Wink

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Oh! thanks very much! I need this...my oncle dedicated this song to my cousin, but he is english and doesn't understand italian, and i am not able to translate a whole song! Thanks very much!

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you’ll have smiles on your face as in August crickets and stars
stories snapped on into a leather bound album
supersonic thundering planes that make you lift your head
and darkness at dawn that turns silver through the window
you’ll have a phone close, meaning you are already expected
foamng wild rollers that chase each other in the sea
and white trousers to give the impression that it’s already summer
a train to America without stops
you’ll have two tears sweeter to dry
a sun that kills itself and cockle fishers
and mountain snow and rainy hills
you’ll have an ice cream stick to suck
you’ll have an unripe woman and a young pain
roads with flaming red leaves to alight your heart
you’ll have a chair to sit in, for hours
empty as chocolate eggs
and a friend who’ll have disappointed, betrayed, deceived you
you’ll have, have, have
your own time to go away
going away to forget
you‘ll stop to dream
you’ll have, have, have
my same sad hope
and will feel you have never loved enough
if love, loving, you’ll have
you’ll have new words to seek when the evening falls
and a hundred bridges to pass clanging the railing
the first cigarette you smoke makes you cough a little
Christmas of holly and red candles
You’ll have a job to sweat
Mornings soaked wet of thrills and dew
Arcade games and pebbles on the road
You’ll have memories of umbrellas and keys to forget
You’ll have sweet words for speaking with dogs
And it’ll be always on Sunday tomorrow
And you’ll have things to say cupped in your hands
to make you cope with the pitfalls of life
And a radio to listen that the war is over
You’ll have, have, have
your own time to go away
on your way to forget, stopping only to dream
you’ll have, have, have
my same sad hope
and will feel you have never loved enough
if love and loving you’ll have